"Not much, father: but then everybody smokes now and then. Mowry—Dr. Mowry smokes, you know; and they say he has prime cigars."
"Is it possible? Well, well!"
"You see that fine building over there?" said Reuben, as they passed on.
"Yes, my son."
"That's the theatre,—the Old Park."
The Doctor ran his eye over it, and its effigy of Shakspeare upon the niche in the wall, as Gabriel might have looked upon the armor of Beelzebub.
"I hope, Reuben, you never enter those doors?"
"Well, father, since Kean and Mathews are gone, there's really nothing worth the seeing."
"Kean! Mathews!" said the Doctor, stopping in his walk and confronting Reuben with a stern brow,—"is it possible, my son, that I hear you talking in this familiar way of play-actors? You don't tell me that you have been a participant in such orgies of Satan?"
"Why, father," says Reuben, a little startled by the Doctor's earnestness, "the truth is, Aunt Mabel goes occasionally, like 'most all the ladies; but we go, you know, to see the moral pieces, generally."